Arwyn leaned into me, hands stretching my arse apart so there was no resistance.
“Good boy,” he cried between his panting and devouring of my neck. “You’re such a good fucking boy.”
I wanted to thank him, but the most I could get out was a breathless gasp. Apparently that was all Arwyn needed.
He reached around my arched body, grabbed hold of my cock and began to jerk it. I didn’t have it in me to tell him to stop, to ask him to slow down. Instead, I gave in to the pleasure he offered me and allowed the ravine of it to sweep me away.
Sex with Arwyn was something poets wished they could write about. But there were no words that could ever put down just how incredible he was.
“I love you so much, Arwyn,” I managed, knowing my end was racing towards me.
Sweat spread across my naked body. Arwyn loved it, licking it off the top of my back as his pounding became faster, deeper. “And I love you, Hector Briar. So much. So very much.”
I closed my eyes, fireworks exploding behind my lids as the peak of pleasure finally took over me. Arwyn’s heavy, long breaths told me he too had finished in tandem with me. Our bodies sagged together, his kissing growing soft and lazy, just how I liked it.
I was floating on a cloud of ecstasy as Arwyn withdrew his shaft from me. My body weight leaned against the sticky wall as I spun around to face him. “I needed that,” I said, breathless and sweaty.
“I needed you,” Arwyn said. “Yesterday, the days before and all the days that come after this one.”
“Good, because that’s exactly what you’ve got.”
He lowered his mouth to mine, drawing out the soft kiss. I melted into him, wishing I had the energy to do that all over again. But that would just have to wait until we got home.
Home. A place I never thought I would have. But I knew the meaning of it now, the true meaning of it. Home was Arwyn. It was not a place, but a person. And, no matter where we found ourselves in this world, home would be exactly where it was supposed to be.
Together.
“Sorry,” Arwyn said.
“For what?”
“Fucking you in a toilet. You deserve better than that.”
I laughed, a sweet melody that made Arwyn smile. “Trust me, I would want you to take me in every possible place. Don’t apologise, because making love here was better than my original plan.”
“Which was?” Arwyn asked, devilish with his narrowing eyes.
“There’s an alleyway outside,” I said, smiling up at him. “That was plan A.”
“So this was plan B then?”
I shook my head, getting up onto my tiptoes to lay my mouth on his again. “No, this was C. You don’t want to know what plan B was.”
“And if I do?”
I pulled back, snatching my clothes up from the floor. Arwyn stopped me, taking them out of my hands and getting to work dressing me himself. “I’ll give you a hint.”
He pulled my top back over my head, messing up my already messy hair. “Go on then.”
I grabbed his neck with my hand, pulled his face closer, and brought my lips to his ear. It was rather dramatic, to whisper an answer when there was no one but us in this place.
Arwyn stiffened as I told him what the other option was. He went still, steady as stone. I pulled back, my grin pulling from ear to ear. Slowly, his eyes turned back to find mine.
“If you say things like that again, I’m going to be forced to marry you, Hector Briar.”
I pulled up my trousers, buttoned them up and pushed the cubicle door open. Arwyn barely moved, still frozen to the spot with what I’d just whispered to him. So, I called back my reply, knowing he would snap out of his stupor soon and chase after me. “Well then, you better get to the jewellers this weekend. Then, and only then, will we work on plan B.”
“Hekate, you really are a wicked,wickedlittle witch,” Arwyn gasped.
